Having subjected some colleagues to a lengthy presentation about proposed service improvements for my section, I got my come-uppance when I got in from work. Orlando had a turd stuck to her arse when I got home. She stank. I had to corner her in the kitchen and try to yank it off with some kitchen roll trying hard not to chunder. Naturally Orlando was not keen on this indignity. She was less keen when I squirted her bottom with (pet-friendly) disinfectant and gave it a wipe as best I could between the protests! Eventually she sensed it was for her own good and started purring. But she’s spent a lot of the night outside sulking! Thankfully she’s speaking to me again now and is curled up on her plastic bag in the attic.
Yesterday I discovered her cowering behind the wheelie bin because nextdoors’ kitten has now grown into a huge tomcat and he’d escaped the house and got into my yard. He wasn’t being menacing but just his presence was freaking Orlando out. She hates cats. The hefty intruder couldn’t work out his way home so I had to lift him over to Louise the neighbour. Lordy he was heavy! Last time I saw him he was a tiny ball of fluff.
